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14
It’s not quiteseven when the doorbell rings. The morning light is only just penetrating my thick bedroom curtains. I groan at the insistent chiming.
“Go away,” I manage to croak out. Then I grab a pillow and cover my head.
The doorbell chimes again.
“No,” I mutter. I squeeze my eyes shut tight.
If I ignore them they’ll go away. I didn’t get to sleep until the early morning hours. Every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing Declan take a bite of that apricot. The juice would run down his lips, then he’d look at me, all hungry-like, and lick them.
It was horrible.
Mainly it was horrible because I don’t think he actually had that ravenous, strip-you-out-of-your-pants look in his eyes when he bit the apricot in real life. That was purely a fantasy of my twisted imagination. Which unfortunately means my subconscious has decided that Declan is an object of attraction and I am the unwilling participant in my mind’s fantasies.
So, every time I closed my eyes to sleep, my imagination took me on a train ride to Declan’s lustful gaze. Therefore, I did the only thing a reasonable woman can do in the middle of a lust-fueled, sleepless night, I kept my eyes open and my mind occupied by watching a five-hour marathon of home renovation shows.
Except, every time a man picked up a hammer my stomach got all squishy and funny. So, the shows weren’t that helpful either.
It may be morning, a fresh new day, with someone at the front door ready to chat, but I’m tired. Really tired.
The doorbell chimes again. And again.
I groan.
Whoever’s here isn’t going away.
My cellphone starts to ring.
I lift the pillow off my head and grab my phone from the nightstand. “’lo?” I mutter when I swipe to answer.
“Isla, open the door. We want coffee. And breakfast.”
It’s Arya. She sounds annoyingly chipper. I squeeze my eyes shut. They feel all gritty and bloodshot.
“Who’s we?” I ask. My voice is all froggy and croaky.
“Me and Michael.”
I scramble upright as soon as Arya mentions Michael.
Michael’s here? On my doorstep? With Arya?
Suddenly, I feel guilty over my uncontrollable, undesired nighttime fantasies.
“What are you doing here?”
I jump out of bed and rush to my closet. I need to get dressed. In something cute and preferably non-see-through.
“We didn’t come together,” Arya says, unaware of my frantic shuffling through my closet. “He pulled in after me. We’re both worried and wanted to see how you’re doing. I have an hour before work. You can make your grandma’s banana fritters and reassure us that you survived.”
I pull a floral patterned dress over my head then pop the phone back to my ear.
“I’m alive,” I say. “Couldn’t I reassure you by going back to bed?”
“No,” she says mulishly. “Let us in or I’ll use the spare key.”
“Give me two minutes.”
I drop the phone and rush to the bathroom. Then I take thirty seconds to splash my face with cold water, finger comb my hair, and put on lip gloss.
When I pull open the door I put on a smile and pretend that I’ve been awake for at least an hour. To be fair, Arya knows I usually wake up around five, so that isn’t a stretch.
“Morning,” I say.
Arya beams at me. “Thank goodness. You are alive.”
I hold the door open wide. “Come on in.”
Michael looks fresh and well-rested. He has a sheepish smile on his face and is holding a bouquet of bright yellow Gerber daisies.
“I came to apologize. I’m terribly sorry I left you alone and that you fell overboard. If I had been there…”
If he’d been there I wouldn’t have gone down to the platform and Declan wouldn’t have approached me. We wouldn’t have swum together, or seen the bioluminescence, or had dinner together.
And…I wouldn’t have had a sleepless night blocking out images of apricots.
Instead, I would’ve had a casual, relaxed evening chatting with Michael while watching the sunset.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “I’m fine. Everything turned out alright.”
He extends the flowers to me, and I take them. The paper wrapped around the flower stems crinkles in my hands.
“Still. I feel that I’m at fault. Please accept my apology.”
I hold back a smile. I don’t think my falling off the sailboat was connected to Michael in any way, but if he wants to buy me flowers then he’s perfectly welcome to do so.
I lean down and breathe in their fragrance. Gerber daisies don’t have much of a smell, it’s light, nearly not there, but to me, the scent is like a summer day at the beach. Breezy and green.
“If it makes you feel better, I accept. Although, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
I smile at Michael and his sheepish look transforms into one of relief.
“Thank goodness. I was frightened that my only friend on the island would avoid me after yesterday.”
“Definitely not,” I say.
I clasp the flowers to my chest. It’s been years since anyone has given me a bouquet.
“How about those banana fritters?” Arya asks. She nods her head toward the kitchen.
What a mooch.
I glare at her and subtly tilt my head toward Michael.
